Sometimes when you accept an offer of leadership from one group of small crunchy beings, other similar groups then come out of the, well, cardboard to ask you.
But you can’t accept every invitation you get.
It is up to each group of beings to convince you to say “yes.”
Well here I am at the “Cornflake Convention.”And I can certainly see why this group of small crunchy beings called me.Talk about a lack of presentation.Not to mention that my large featherless assistant seems to really be enjoying their flavor….that can’t be a good sign.Hmmm. Well, here goes….CHOMP, crunch, nom nom nom…..No, this will never do.Call me again when you taste more like “waffles,” boys….
